Fog on the Deschutes +

The morning air was thick with dew as I stood by the Little Deschutes River, mist curling around the trees. It was tranquil, the world muted except for the gentle sound of flowing water. My feet were soaked from dew on the grass , the wet fabric of my pants clinging uncomfortably. Yet, this discomfort faded under the golden light filtering through the mist. Sunbeams pierced the fog, creating an ethereal glow on the water's surface.

I adjusted my camera, eager to capture the light and shadow interplay. The fresh scent of damp earth filled the air as I framed the shot. The water's reflections formed a beautiful tapestry of colors. With each click, I captured an essence—a moment where tranquility met morning magic. Embracing the wetness became a testament to the beauty around me. The Little Deschutes River, veiled in mist and adorned with dew, transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary. Each photograph would carry not just the scene, but the feeling of that serene morning—an experience that would linger long after I returned home, damp yet fulfilled.